At once the most elating and depressing Christmas movie ever made, Frank Capra's 1946 classic isn't something to watch alone at home between commercials, where you might doze off into an eggnog-laced funk. Last year, the dud economy left us a bit, shall we say, less than sympathetic to the story of a bank owner who loses his customers’ money, only to have the poor saps bail him out with their life savings. In real life, it wasn’t George Bailey we bailed out but Mr. Potter, and instead of greeting us with wet-eyed gratitude he pretty much lit his cigar with $100 bills and blew smoke rings in our faces.
But this year, we're ready to rejoin Occupy Bedford Falls. Who could feel uncharitable at The Belcourt's festive annual screenings, where folks have been known to bust into "Auld Lang Syne" along with Zuzu, Uncle Billy and that woman who almost turned out to be ... a librarian! Talk about a cup of kindness. Speaking of which, did we mention The Belcourt serves alcohol? Have Nick the bartender set you up (or cut you off — we don’t need any characters givin’ the joint atmosphere).